flashback
On my way driving home, I had a flashback, a la Willy Wonka. It was kinda surreal, like I was living 2 timelines simultaneously...
As I sped stepped on the accelerator at present to hit a healthy 120 along Sunset Way, the alterme in my flashback did the same, along the Perth highway. Same speed, same kinda roads... different conditions, different outcome...
I saw two landscapes infront of me... the present, with its drizzle and drab nightscape, and the bright cheery countryside dawn of Perth. As I drove, as I negotiated the bends, I envisioned 2 different outcomes... one in which I continue speeding on, the other where I flipped and nearly died...
It was so surreal its beyond description. I smell the scent of the car at present, yet it is as if I could smell the wild lavenders near the accident site. I could still remember the fear, the thoughts that ran through my mind.."Dun explode, dun explode, dun explode!"... In that instant, all pride, troubles and joy melt away. The primal fear of death takes over and clouds all in a mist of drab grey. As I drove back, it was like I drove through the grey mist yet again. Creeped to my bones I was, appreciating that I would have been a dead man driving now.
The dance with death left its indelible mark on me, an old scar that will never go away. What does not kill you make you stronger. Rubbish!! I feel no different as I was before. I left that wreck knowing how the penultimate feeling of death - the insane desperate desire to not die. What good is that? And in exchange, I get plagued by such strange flashes, get paralysed by fear. I dunno for how long, but everytime I hit 120, the flashback cometh... like built in speedo. Sigh....
I want a TVR Sagaris. In black, with silver chrome pipes and rims.
As I sped stepped on the accelerator at present to hit a healthy 120 along Sunset Way, the alterme in my flashback did the same, along the Perth highway. Same speed, same kinda roads... different conditions, different outcome...
I saw two landscapes infront of me... the present, with its drizzle and drab nightscape, and the bright cheery countryside dawn of Perth. As I drove, as I negotiated the bends, I envisioned 2 different outcomes... one in which I continue speeding on, the other where I flipped and nearly died...
It was so surreal its beyond description. I smell the scent of the car at present, yet it is as if I could smell the wild lavenders near the accident site. I could still remember the fear, the thoughts that ran through my mind.."Dun explode, dun explode, dun explode!"... In that instant, all pride, troubles and joy melt away. The primal fear of death takes over and clouds all in a mist of drab grey. As I drove back, it was like I drove through the grey mist yet again. Creeped to my bones I was, appreciating that I would have been a dead man driving now.
The dance with death left its indelible mark on me, an old scar that will never go away. What does not kill you make you stronger. Rubbish!! I feel no different as I was before. I left that wreck knowing how the penultimate feeling of death - the insane desperate desire to not die. What good is that? And in exchange, I get plagued by such strange flashes, get paralysed by fear. I dunno for how long, but everytime I hit 120, the flashback cometh... like built in speedo. Sigh....
I want a TVR Sagaris. In black, with silver chrome pipes and rims.
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